Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Backlund North District, St. Samuel's Church.

Amidst the long sound of paper turning, Sost asked casually:

"What's new in Backlund recently? What do you think deserves attention?"

Dai Li's eyes moved slightly, and she thought for a while and said:

"Several Extraordinaries who are cooperating with us have passed on news that recently many people are looking for an organization that believes in the 'Fool', and have given corresponding honorary names..."

After describing the honorable name of "The Fool" in Rune language, she chuckled and said: "I seem to have seen the birth of a new cult. Of course, it may be the incarnation of an old friend."

"Soest, what do you think?"

Sost thought carefully and said, "No, I have never heard of any similar organization."

At this moment, Leonard raised his head from the file and said thoughtfully: "Could this be related to the two Tarot rituals we are tracking? 'The Fool' is the beginning of the Tarot cards and the most important subject. Card!"

Dai Li was stunned for a second and nodded thoughtfully: "Your idea is very interesting..."

"But there is no evidence. It is pure speculation, not even reasoning." Sost said with disapproval.

Leonard showed a smile and said: "Emperor Russell said, make bold assumptions and be careful to verify."

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Hillston District, Cragg Club.

Klein, who had gone straight here after leaving Harvest Church, saw the equestrian teacher Talim Dumont sitting in a secluded place as soon as he entered the hall, thinking about something.

Seeing that lunch would have to wait for a while, Klein approached and said hello with a smile: "Good afternoon, Talim, you seem to have encountered a problem again?"

Talim woke up suddenly and shook his head quickly: "No, no."

You seem to have done something wrong? Klein muttered, sat down, and then smiled:

"It's a pity Alan and Mike aren't here, otherwise we would have had another lovely afternoon."

Talim then smiled: "They are all very busy and have very little free time."

Before Klein could speak, he looked around and said, "Sherlock, after hearing my mention of your deeds, a big shot is very interested in you and wants to meet you. Are you willing?"

"Frankly speaking, it makes me envious. This is a very rare opportunity."

Wait, what can I do? To help Mrs. Mary catch an adulterer? Accompany reporter Mike to a brothel? Even though I went to the East District several times, I didn't do anything extraordinary. And wasn't the East District under martial law for several days because of that big incident? Since I haven't been charged with Chavas until now, it proves that Ma Leah's confidentiality work is very good... At most, you know that I made a certain contribution to the serial murder case, and helped Dr. Allen solve the nightmare problem by providing consultation... Klein was confused for a while.

After two seconds, he suddenly understood the reason.

It must have been the big shot who asked Talim if he knew any good detectives. He could only think of me, so he took the initiative to help me add some descriptions that sounded very powerful, such as the real person behind the scenes in the serial murder case. The detective who solved the case in which Mrs. Mary's ex-husband collaborated with his wife to transfer the property of Coim Company was a detective with strong mobility, keen sense of smell, and accurate shots... This is business blowing... Klein secretly sighed.

He considered it carefully and said: "Talim, I'm sorry. As a detective, I have my own principles, which is to try not to get involved in matters involving big shots. It may be just a small sneeze-like friction to the upper stage. It is very likely to bring unbearable disaster to me.”

"I'm not going to label myself, so I'm not going to meet the big shot."

"...You are very sensible." Talim said thoughtfully, "The big shot has anticipated this kind of reaction and thinks that such a detective is more trustworthy. So maybe he will still come to you in the future to do some commissions that have nothing to do with the upper class. .”

That's good... Klein smiled and nodded.

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For lunch, Klein chose creamy matsutake fenepot pasta with garlic clam chowder and steamed custard. The membership fee is so expensive, he must get his money back, not to mention that the club's chef is very skilled and can make him eat until he can't eat anything anymore every time.

Talim still looked worried, but since he didn't want to talk, it was inconvenient for Klein to ask. The two of them chatted occasionally, talking about the weather, the market, and the latest fashion trends. Talim gradually relaxed a little during this rambling conversation, his face became less worried, and he gradually relaxed and enjoyed his lunch happily.

When he was about to finish eating, Klein looked around: "Isn't Mr. Vaughn here lately?"

Talim dipped the sauce into the last piece of steak, wiped his mouth with a napkin with satisfaction, and replied with a smile: "It's already November, and the first year is the busiest time for writers. Sherlock, What you don’t know is that at this time every year, Mr. Vaughn will be immersed in writing at home, and will come out after completing the manuscript commission."

After saying that, Talim shook his head mockingly: "I still have something I want to find him for, but it's a pity that I haven't seen him in the past two days..."

So that’s it… Senior Angel seems to enjoy the life of ordinary people.

Klein, who was thinking about taking the initiative to visit, silently gave up the idea, because he couldn't bring out items from the extraordinary world, nor could he prepare a table of good meals like the senior angels. Taking the liberty to visit at home would be suspected of cheating, and angels are not. My good neighbor, lawyer Jurgen. Moreover, it is very impolite to interrupt others while they are working. Since they are no longer going out, perhaps the seniors are not very willing to receive guests at this time.

"Sherlock, you seem to be very familiar with Mr. Edward? I remember that the first time I tried to introduce you, I failed and you left first."

Talim was a little curious: "When did you meet?"

You actually recommended me to Him? I have no impression at all. It should have been in private... I met Him at the sewer entrance. Of course, I can't tell you this.

Klein wiped his nose subconsciously and began to distort the facts: "I met Mr. Edward by chance on the way to complete the commission. Later, I found that we got along well with each other, and we gradually became familiar with him."

Talim had no doubt about what the great detective said, and even smiled in anticipation: "That's what I guessed."

"When we went to Mr. Carter's dinner before, Mr. Carter especially praised you as a great detective in front of us. Only then did I find out that you are not only good at marksmanship and agility, but you can also drive snakes away!"

Mr. Carter? Who is Mr. Carter—snake repellent? Could it be Miller Carter? The rich man who bought the Pound family's mansion with its secret basement? You and Senior Angel happened to attend his dinner party? What a coincidence, Backlund is so small... Klein replied without changing his face: "It was just a small thing. In the end, the underground building that was in disrepair collapsed."

"Did Mr. Edward say anything?"

To be on the safe side, he couldn't help but ask.

After all, it was Miss Sharon who asked for it to be blown up so that she, the ghost, could enter freely to obtain items. If Mr. Edward is also interested there, I'm afraid I have to inform Miss Sharon in advance... But this is not because I leaked the secret. I did not break the agreement. This is a coincidence that no one expected... Klein thought silently.

Now he has a natural resistance to the word "coincidence".

"Mr. Edward was just a little curious and didn't say anything." Talim recalled it and didn't take it to heart. He stood up, his face returning to the worry that had characterized his carefree lunch.

"It's time for me to go, Sherlock. It was nice chatting with you, but there's someone waiting for me. See you another time."

Seeing him looking tired and hurriedly walking towards the club's exit, Klein also stood up and said goodbye to him with a smile.

"See you later."

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"Dear Dean Norma, Zhan Xin'an."

"Today is November 8th. Long time no see. I am Admisor."

"As you can see, I am now free from chaos and can think, study, and read and write normally. With everyone's help, I mastered meditation, gradually controlled my inspiration, and completed a promotion."

“Now, I can predict my daily luck through inspiration.”

"I told Mr. Sean that he wouldn't win the lottery, but he didn't believe it, but he didn't win."

"We have obtained some funds, and the human trafficking issue has been solved recently. Many things are developing in a good direction. Miss Maria took the opportunity to expand the scale of the factory and recruit more workers. Now, our three The factory already has more than 400 employees.”

"Miss Maria chose me to be her assistant, and I began to learn to handle some simple matters. She seemed to want to train me to be a manager to prepare me for entering the sect in the future. I don't know if I can do it without Live up to her expectations.”

"I will work hard."

"Is everything okay there? I saw Aliya here. She is studying at Backlund University. The scholarships and subsidies given by the school are enough to support her life. She can eat bread with meat every day. He’s also grown a bit taller.”

"I have applied to Miss Maria. I hope to come back to you at the end of this year and spend the New Year with you."

“Once again I wish you good health!”

"Yours sincerely, Admisor."

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In the dark and dark stowaway boat, a fat man wearing a turban couldn't bear his temper and kept asking the people next to him in a low voice: "Are you here?"

"It's been a long time since we sailed!"

"Didn't you say we could arrive today?"

"I have nothing left to throw up!"

The person in question answered him impatiently: "Soon."

"Mr. Craftsman, you and I are both believers in God. This escape was blessed by the Great Mother Tree. You are always so impatient and disrespectful to God!"

I never thought of respecting your mother tree of desire! ! The delicate stomach and intestines could not tolerate these rough foods, and the nobles who had never traveled far had never walked such a long waterway. Sharf Maxwell, who had vomited eight hundred times along the way, cursed in his heart, and had to make an expression on his face. With a pious and repentant look, he returned to his seat and stopped talking.

Great-great-uncle, this journey has been really difficult...!

As soon as Sharf started to complain in his heart, the scene where Traynor held his ears (making his feet almost off the ground) before leaving immediately appeared in his mind. He said with a ferocious face: "Do you know You know how rare this opportunity is! Are you still picky here?"

"If, if Ciel has this chance, I will kill him even if I risk everything--"

Sharf felt that his ears began to feel burning phantom pain. At that time, the old butler Turing rushed over to smooth things over, interrupting the second half of his great-great-uncle's sentence and saving his ears.

Of course he wanted to escape, but it was necessary to complain. Under the cover of a group of cultists, he left Trier incognito, hiding and walking through mountains and forests along the way. He finally left the port two days ago, successfully boarded the prepared ship, and headed for Rorsted A secluded harbor near the archipelago.

When the time comes, someone from the Celestial Body Sect will come to pick him up.

After about two hours, Sharf looked at the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the deck above his head, gradually moving from the center to the east, which meant that the sun was setting in the west, and the carriage of the eternal blazing sun was about to leave the sky. It wouldn't be long before the darkness of the night The goddess will come at a leisurely pace.

In a violent and brief jolt, the ship docked.

Sharf was protected among them, and he followed the cultists off the boat. He saw that he was surrounded by a group of cultists who seemed to be mentally abnormal and capable of fighting. There was no one who came to help him as his great-great-uncle said. shadow. Sharf couldn't help but start beating the drum in his heart.

Haven't you come yet...

The cultists gathered around him and surrounded him in the center. Sharf felt like a piece of meat being stared at by ferocious beasts.

While he does, probably, might actually be a bit plump, this is a trope that he doesn't want to accept at all!

Everyone walked quickly, and after leaving the private port, they entered the jungle without stopping. The hot and humid climate and the hurried walking made the pampered Sharf almost out of breath. He pulled off the hood of his cloak and took a deep breath. In his bellows-like breathing, he suddenly distinguished a strange tone.

Immediately afterwards, the person walking at the front suddenly fell down.

Sharf was startled, then became mentally shaken, and looked around for the real members of the pilgrim sect who came to pick him up. The cultists looked around warily and covered their ears, but that ethereal tone seemed to rush directly into their brains. They fell to the ground one after another, and in a blink of an eye, only Sharf was left standing.

Sharf was so curious that he squatted down and stretched out his hand to detect the breath of the nearest person, and was shocked to find that he had died!

Not only him, but everyone here has lost their breath, and was taken away by that weird tone!

"Pap." There was a soft landing sound from the side, and a man in a light brown cloak jumped down from a high branch.

He raised his head and looked at each other with Sharf. Sharf could clearly see the outline of the other person's face, which was similar to that of a Loen person, as well as the dark skin color and dark curly hair unique to the Southern Continent race. The hair was also carefully tied into many small braids, either tied into a bunch or natural. The ground dropped.

"Are you a "craftsman"? he asked, holding a leaf in the corner of his mouth.

"Are you the person from the Pilgrimage Sect who came to pick me up?" Sharf breathed a sigh of relief, then became extremely curious, "Is that voice just now your extraordinary ability?"

After confirming that the other party was indeed his future companion, he relaxed a little, led the way with a cold face, and introduced himself: "Yes, I am an Extraordinary of the "Corpse Collector" path. Of course, we prefer to call it the "Death" path. "

"I am Garland De, the leader of the Rhoside Islands of the Pilgrimage Sect."

"I am Sharf Maxwell. I was sent here by my great-great-uncle Lord Traynor Solon Vaughan."

Garland De raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this fat young man to have such a prominent life experience. But it doesn't matter. Now that he has left Intis and given up his status as a noble and his position as a priest, he is no different from an ordinary person like himself.

"Well, nice to meet you," he said.

"Welcome to the sea, welcome to Byam, the original colonial city, the city of generosity, Mr. Sharf Maxwell."

TBC

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Graduation is approaching, I have been extremely busy these days, and there are a lot of things to do in the next week...

There’s no time to worry about typing! ! ! !